Ridicule, ridicule, ridicule

Laugh, laugh, and laugh

On my gullibility of world, O Time!

And if only I knew how overcome it,

I’d be thy tamer. 

O well for the businesspersons’ chap

That he cheats his customers at sale

O well for the politicians’ lad

 That he exploits the passions of public

And the poor are trampled on

Till their death under the rule

But O! For the catch of the onward moving time

 And desire for love that is still.

Giggle, giggle and giggle

At the fickleness and idleness of mine, O Time!

But the tender grace of the days that is ahead

Will surely be under my grip; listen to me!